by Harper Riley
I rub my forehead. This headache just won’t go away.
Really, I should be glad that Tanzie is home with her father now. Safe. Right? I mean, fuck, I only nearly stopped Spree from doing more to her than he already had. With him still around, still so volatile, the only thing to do was to send her away.
Besides, I sure as hell don’t need another distraction and that’s exactly what she was, a distraction.
Tell that to the guy who nearly threw up watching her leave with Dexter. I felt physically ill letting her go with him, sending her away. How is it possible that I could have feelings like that for a woman who was literally bound and gagged on my bed just days ago?
It was just sex, I tell myself. Just sex. Didn’t matter. Don’t need the distraction.
So why does this feel so shitty?
Chapter 37 - Tanzie
“You’re goin’ back,” Drew says from the doorway to my room.
I stand up and walk over to hug him. He returns the sentiment, but when I pull away, his face is grim.
“Tanzie, I don’t know what happened to you there, but if what you say is true, then rules are rules. You’re his now.” He swallows and looks around the room. “I know you didn’t want to marry Kit.”
“But you would have made me anyway, because you thought you could keep me under your thumb,” I answer, sounding more bitter than I actually feel. “He’s like twice my age and he creeps me out.”
“He cares about you and wants to keep you safe,” he snaps back. “Same for me. Ain’t no shame in that.”
“It doesn’t matter that I’m not attracted to him? That if he had sex with me, it would be against my will?” I ask.
Drew opens his mouth, then snaps it shut. Shakes his head. “It don’t matter now. He’ll take you back to Grisham’s club, and you’ll deliver a message. We don’t need war, but we do need blood. His second killed one of my men. We demand blood in return. Get your things together. The car’ll be here in twenty minutes.”
My dad isn’t one for big emotional displays. He’s always been fair but firm. My mom said he was too stoic. She needed someone more passionate. Which is why she slept with another club member, one my dad beat to within an inch of his life before granting my mom a divorce.
I guess now, having seen the way Grisham has handled things with his fists, that I understand my father a little better now. My mom calls him a psychopath, but I think I understand that this is just the way club business is handled. Bloodshed is part of the deal sometimes. I mean, the guy did sleep with the boss’s wife.
Drew gives me a hug and wishes me luck before he loads me up in a black car with Kit. I meet his gaze and find him fighting tears. It makes me well up and he shoves me away before turning away and stomping off.
The driver is not someone I recognize, which makes me uncomfortable. The fact that he had a car sent makes me uncomfortable. I mean, we have cars, but we rarely travel anywhere in them, particularly not when dealing with other clubs. I assume that my dad doesn’t want to make a scene by having us roll up on a motorcycle. Or maybe he wants the ride to be more comfortable. Either way, it makes me feel antsy.
For good reason, I realize, when Kit sidles up close to me as we pull away. Great. So this was a way for Kit to get a few minutes to talk some sense into me. If we were on a bike, we wouldn’t be able to talk. Now, he’s got a good twenty minutes to lecture me on how I’m breaking my father’s heart or whatever bullshit he’s going to sling my way.
We ride a couple of minutes in silence. He finally speaks up.
“Last chance to tell the truth,” he says, inches from my face. I look away, ignoring him. “No fucking way that tight-ass Grisham would marry you. He’s all business, no play.”
“You don’t know a thing about him,” I say.
“I know he didn’t fucking marry you,” he says. “But the truth will out.”
“You’re just a sore loser,” I say, meeting his gaze, forcing myself to be strong.
“Maybe,” he says, a muscle in his jaw twitching. “I would’ve been good to you.”
“In your way, I guess,” I say. “But you want control and status. That’s not love.”
“If you think Grisham loves you, you’re mistaken,” he says. “He wants control more than I do. He’ll use you up and spit you out when you’re no longer useful to him.”
I try to scoot as far away from Kit as I can. I realize, now, that he wanted this car so he could make one last attempt to change my mind. Maybe claim me back from Grisham somehow. It’s odd, but I feel suffocated and I want out. I ask the driver to roll down the windows. He does not oblige. Now I really know this car and this driver were a setup by Kit, the rat. I swear I’m going to kick him in the balls the minute I get a chance.
I could tell Kit that Grisham hasn’t asked for a thing in return for me. That he stopped himself from claiming me several times. That is was my choice to sleep with him. But I know he won’t listen and, frankly, I don’t care what Kit thinks. Him being pissed has nothing to do with me, not really, not in any way that matters. He’s angry, because marrying me would have forever solidified him as the next leader of the Blazing Pistons. He probably wanted to fuck me because he’s older and I’m younger and he likes the idea of a trophy wife. But he wanted to build a little dynasty and I was a big part of that plan. But no more. I’ve gone and screwed it all up for him. Now his leadership can only be solidified through actual leadership. And he may be a little short on supply.
I’ve never actively disliked Kit. He creeped me out once he started sniffing around, trying to talk my dad into creating this arranged union for us. But I didn’t hate him. Right now, though, I’m starting to.
“This is going to end badly, Tanzie,” Kit says.
I bite the inside of my lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of arguing with him. I can’t help it, though. “Kit, I think it’s already ending badly for you.”
He raises his lip in a half-snarl. “Look, I only offered to marry you because your father asked me to. Skinny little sluts aren’t my usual type.”
“Sure, sure,” I say, giving him a wan smile. “You can tell yourself whatever you want, whatever makes you feel better. You thought you’d marry the boss’s daughter, knock her up, make a little ascension plan for yourself. But now, oh, shit, you’ve lost that little card.”
“You don’t know a thing about club leadership,” he snaps. “Little spoiled princess in a golden fucking tower. You think you’re going to go in and be a queen. He’ll chew you up and spit you out.”
“Well, at least he wouldn’t rape me,” I say, eyebrow raised in challenge.
Kit’s mouth opens in surprise. He shuts it and swallows heavily, turning away. “Sex between a man and his wife is not rape,” he answers quietly, tersely.
“If she doesn’t consent, then it’s rape,” I answer back. “And there is no way, in any lifetime, that I would willingly sleep with you. So there you go.”
He’s fast with his response, a quick backhand across my face that leaves me stunned and stinging. I lunge back at him, digging my nails into his cheek. He pushes me away, my head hitting the door.
“Good fucking riddance to you,” he says. “Let Grisham have you. What a fucking cunt you are.”
“Yeah, and what a big fucking man you are, hitting a woman,” I growl. “Bet that makes you feel like a stud, huh? Fuck you.”
His fists ball into tight fists and his jaw clenches, but he knows better than to take this any farther. We’re close now, and if he thinks we’re ready for war now, wait until Grisham finds out he just hit me.
As we pull up to the Barking Angels’ headquarters, two guards stop the vehicle and make us get out. They search us for weapons and take Kit’s handgun. He argues, saying he deserves to be able to defend himself, since he’s alone and “only returning club property.”
I cringe at the word. I’ve insisted all along that I’m not property and while I’m slowly realizing how naïve I’ve been to the role of
women in these clubs, I still don’t like being considered under the ownership of another person. I especially hate hearing it come out of Kit’s mouth.
Unhappily, Kit puts his hands over his head as the guards escort us up the drive and to the main staircase. The place where Grisham, just days ago, made me suck him off in front of an audience. I was so mortified, but also ... turned on. Surprisingly turned on. This is why this whole situation is so confusing. For me, for Grisham ... probably for anyone around us both. I was kidnapped, left to be claimed. And he could have. A hundred other club bosses would have. A thousand of their brotherhood would have. Kit would have. Whether I liked it or not.
This is the complexity of Grisham. He’s rough, for sure. He’s got an awfully heavy chip on his shoulder, but he never took anything I wasn’t willing to give. And I was totally willing. I guess part of me wanted to experience something. Anything. No, it wasn’t fun to be kidnapped, and Spree’s a creep, but he gave me a gift. He gave me ... .freedom. Even in confinement. And he led me to Grisham. And now, I’m ready to be with Grisham. In bed. In life.
I just hope he feels the same way.
As we approach the front entrance, chaos erupts. Spree comes out the front door, gun raised. The two Barking Angels that guard us don’t seem to know quite what to do as they pull their weapons. They know Kit is unarmed, but this is their vice president raising his weapon, and they’re not sure exactly who he’s aiming at.
I drop to my knees as the shot goes off, diving to the side, hands over my head. The guy to my right yells, “Stay down!”
The other guy is on a radio. I hear him say something about shots fired, rival club member shot. I turn just enough to see Kit on the ground, blood spilling around him at an alarming rate. There’s screaming ringing in my ears and it takes me a minute to realize it’s coming from me.I’m screaming.
Spree scrambles down the steps and grabs me by the hair, pulling me up to my feet. He puts the gun to my head, dragging me halfway back up the staircase.
“Hey there, pretty little thing,” he says into my ear. “Thought you’d be safely back in your father’s care by now. Good to see you back, but it’ll be better to see you on your back. And since I hear you like a show, I think we’ll start right here.”
“That’s Grisham’ girl,” one of the guards warns. “And you just shot another Grave Robber. Why don’t you drop that weapon before you make things worse, man?”
Kit stirs, struggling to sit up. “What the ...”
“Kit, you’ve been shot,” I say. “Stay where you are.”
I hear a commotion at the top of the stairs, then Grisham’ voice, commanding and clear.
“Spree, drop that weapon and step away,” he says.
Spree spins us both around but doesn’t follow the order. “No,” he says, laughing, “I don’t think I will, boss. You sent her back and relinquished your claim. She’s open for business, now.”
His breath smells of stale beer, and his eyes are wild, darting around. He’s having trouble focusing. I step on his foot and he howls, letting go just enough for me to get away, but he’s with it enough to catch up quickly, grabbing my foot as I race up toward Grisham. I fall, scraping my arms and face, seeing stars as I hit my head for the second time this afternoon.
“Careful now,” Spree says, pulling me back against him. “Found a way to get to ya, didn’t I, boss? Brought you this gift. You were supposed to use her—fuck her, claim her—use her to the advantage of your struggling little piece of shit club. But no. You went and fell in love with her scrawny ass. So now, I’m going to do what you couldn’t.”
My vision is blurry but I manage to fight against him. “Grisham, don’t let him bait you.”
“Let her go,” Grisham says, still sounding calm and assured. “This is between you and me.”
“Ah, but see,” Spree says, tsking, his grip vise-tight for someone so clearly not totally in control of his own mind, “she’s important to the conversation. While I hold this gun to her head, you listen to me. While you fear for this little cunt’s safety, I have some leverage.”
The gun presses hard into my temple. I feel like I might throw up. Can’t stop sweating. Can’t see straight. I cry out a little, just a pathetic, pained mewl of a sound.
“What is it you want?” Grisham asks.
“Leadership. You gone. A club that burns and pillages and takes what it wants.” Spree licks my ear and I can’t help but cry out. “This bitch, too.”
Grisham says, “That’s the last time you use foul language when talking about her. And you’ll lead this club over my dead body.”
“That can be arranged,” Spree says, moving his gun from my head, pointing it at Grisham.
A shot rings out and Spree falls backward, letting me free. Grisham stands with his gun raised, looking every bit like an avenging angel. I manage to half-crawl up to him, and he pulls me into his arms, a deep scowl marring his beautiful face.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Mostly,” I say. “Is Kit ...?”
“No, but he will be soon. I’m sorry,” Grisham says. “What were you two doing here?”
“I ...” Finding words is hard. I yawn, “So tired. Told Dad we were married, fully claimed ...”
I throw up.
“Get her upstairs,” Grisham orders. “And get every man we can spare out here. I hear Blazing Pistons coming our way.”
Everything’s a blur as I’m picked up, my body deadweight in a pair of strong arms, the world a blur around me as I lose track of reality. Lights in my eyes. My name, over and over again. Throwing up. Blackout.
Chapter 38 - Grisham
I’ve got twenty guys ready as Drew’s brotherhood rolls up, straight through the gates, the old man at the head of a very well-planned formation of bikes.
Twenty won’t be enough. They ride straight up on the lawn, outnumbering us by at least double. He puts up a fist as he stops, and they stop, too, all dismounting, all pulling weapons loose, cocking triggers. They’re ready to fight, ready to wipe the Barking Angels off the map.
I make my way down the steps, hands in the air. “Hold your fire,” I say to my guys, but also, hopefully, to his. “Let’s talk.”
“Seems to me the time for talkin’ is done, boy,” Drew says, seething. “I demand blood for blood. I lost a brother to your second. Looks like my second is bleedin’ out. My daughter is who-the-fuck-knows-where. Seems there ain’t nothin’ to do but shoot.”
“I did not authorize the kidnapping of your daughter, Drew,” I say. “I’m sure that Tanzie told you that.”
“So why so long to send her home? Had to pump her full of cum first?” Drew spits.
I wince at his crassness. I know I’m not a saint and I swear like a sailor, but damn, he’s referring to his own daughter, a woman I happen to care about.
“You’re better than words like those,” I say, adding, “And I don’t take women who are unwilling. I sent her to try to talk some sense into you.”
“Don’t talk to me about sense, boy,” he argues. “You’ve run a good show over here for a spell, but your guys are bailing like they’re in a sinking boat. You think you can send my daughter back and we’ll be square? You’re out of your damned mind, and stupider than I thought.”
“I didn’t think we’d be square,” I answer. “I sent her back to keep her safe. I knew you’d come for us.”
“She says you’re married. Or was that a little girl’s wishful thinking?” he asks.
“She’s not a little girl,” I say.
“My little girl,” he says with a one-shoulder shrug.
“Fair enough. But it’s true. I care about her. She has a new club now. Let her go.”
“I sent her here, didn’t I? And where the fuck is she? Kit’s down; she’s nowhere to be seen. Your second’s down. What the fuck happened here?”
“Club business handled,” I say. “Spree was the threat. He’s dead. You can go home now.”
Drew’s nostrils flar
e. He spits. “Already said I demand blood for blood.”
“Spree’s dead,” I repeat. “By my own hand. I killed my own man to keep your daughter safe.”
Drew walks forward, stops just a foot away from me, lowers his voice. “Is she okay?”
“I don’t know,” I say, low enough that the others can’t hear. “She’s seen better days. My medic is taking care of her inside.”
“I’ll have your head if she isn’t,” he says. “I’ll fucking kill you.”
“Understood,” I say. I’m quiet for a moment. “I respect you. I planned on giving her back in exchange for expanded territory. I never intended to touch her, only to make the best of a bad situation.”
“You made a fuck of a mess, boy.”
“I know.”
“How about this,” he says, chewing on the tobacco in his lower lip. “You merge your little club here into Blazing Pistons. I’ll let you be my Vice President. I’ll consider the expansion of Blazing Pistons’ territory an even-steven.”
“I’ll have to think about that,” I say.
Drew looks disappointed in me. He says, “I know you ain’t this dumb. You were just a young buck when you built this club, but you had my respect. You made a good run at it, kept in your lane, did things on the up-and-up. But things are fallin’ apart, here. You gotta see it, right? This is a good deal, boy. No bloodshed. You get to keep your honor, get to stay a leader. Get to keep your girl. I’m offering you the best that this shit situation can offer. Don’t piss on my boot, here.”
“Your daughter chose Barking Angels,” I say. “She chose to be claimed. She’s mine no matter what.”
“Your pride is hurtin’, I get it. You tried and your piss-poor second got your ass in a bind. And sure, maybe my girl chose you. I can’t say I blame her. But she’s gonna end up a widow and I’m sorry for it,” he says, twirling his moustache thoughtfully. “Think about it. I’ve got four times the guys you got. Four times the firepower. I’ll burn this place to the ground and kill every damn one of you. Or you can take a good deal when it’s offered and we can work as friends and partners.”